The Shadows (Black Dagger Brotherhood, Book 13)
J. R. Ward
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The #1 New York Times bestselling author returns to the world of the Black Dagger Brotherhood as two brothers bound by more than blood fight to change a brutal destiny.
Sold by his parents to the Queen of the s'Hisbe as a child, Trez escaped the Territory and has been a pimp and an enforcer for years. On the run from a destiny of sexual servitude, he's never been able to rely on anyone...except for his brother, iAm.
iAm's sole goal has always been to keep his brother from self-destructing-and he knows he's failed. It's not until the Chosen Selena enters Trez's life that the male begins to turn things around...but by then, it's too late. The pledge to mate the Queen's daughter comes due, and there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no negotiating.
Now Trez must decide whether to endanger himself and others-or abandon the female he loves. When tragedy strikes and changes everything, iAm, in the name of brotherly love, is faced with making the ultimate sacrifice....
only a fool did not abide by that kind of trailhead; he needed to alter this destination she had become for him, turn away from that untenable situation with her, proceed with alacrity back to the clarity he had once possessed. Because what was their future? Further clandestine meetings here? Such that eventually a Brother followed her due to some infinitesimal slip-up she made or some suspicion she was unaware of garnering for herself? His soldiers and he needed a safe place to rest and
hold, got the glass-fronted plate out. He had heard nothing back from her concerning the message he had voice-recorded into a text. Entering a four-digit touch pattern on the number pad, he unlocked the device and went into the text messages. His illiteracy was so pervasive he had to use a text-to-audio translator application in order to receive communications from his soldiers and from her. But he knew enough to see that whatever had been received was not from the Chosen. He put
he wasn’t ready for pitying looks or prying questions. But he thought he’d seen that the shutters were still down? Yup. So hopefully the whole Last Meal thing would have been long cleaned up and the doggen retired for their brief rest before the daytime cleaning started up. He thought he’d seen a seven in the time. Yeah. Seven something o’clock in the morning, the numbers had said. Grasping the brass doorknob, he felt like he was back downstairs at the clinic, when he’d gone
“Return to your quarters. Voluntarily and without hurting anyone else.” “And you’ll let him go?” “You’re not the only one who can kill. And unlike yourself, I have been trained in the art of making living things suffer. Go back to your quarters and I will not make your brother wish, as you do, that he had never been born.” Trez looked at his hands. “I didn’t ask for this.” “No one asks for life.” The executioner hiked iAm’s body up higher. “And sometimes they do not ask for
the sex they’d shared. And there would be more tonight. She knew that because every time Trez had entered the room, that dark spice of his had been an intense promise of what was to come. Unraveling the towel on her head, she let her dark hair loose, the wet strands flopping down her back. She did the best she could to get the lengths pre-dried, rubbing the terry cloth over everything she could reach without straining too much. Then it was hair-dryer time—except . . . No hair-dryer.